I wasn’t sure I had given Mae the joy she wanted, or the sadness she didn’t want. How could I know?The following week, I had a scheduled trip to t...wo of the regional offices, the second being where Liem worked. I juggled the schedule with the regional managers, to have meetings at Liem’s office on the Friday, and was able to get my boss to agree to my car driving up there on that day, and giving me a tourist weekend around the area. Before I even got to letting Liem know I was coming, she was on. MacDonald's parsonage. George wore his dress white uniform. His old, pre-war clothes didn't fit him and he had no money for a new civilian set of clothes. His mustering out pay was reserved for the honeymoon. Even his 'whites' were in doubt until the last minute while the navy scrambled to find his sea bag. Helen had a mid-calf white dress with a makeshift veil. There could be no long, white trains and organ music if they wanted to get married right away. Helen made her choice.George's friends. As he left little kisses on my heated skin, he told me how hot and sexy I was and how much he loved the aroma of my aroused sex. When his tongue finally ran through my slit, my head flew back and I cried out in joy.I was ready for an orgasm in a matter of seconds, as Wyatt played my pussy like a violin. His tongue played with my clit while his fingers probed inside me. I was gasping and wiggling, trying to push his tongue into my wanting hole.It took just a few minutes for my body to explode. “Haha, my nigga!” he laughed, punching me on the shoulder. “But guess what? I didn’t even nut yet! You want me to rape you again?”“Yeah, nigga! Bust that shit to pieces, man!”He looked down at me with that deathly glare again.“You masochistic motherfucka,” he growled. And then he went again, giving me the roughest fucking ever, punching, slapping, choking and spitting on me, verbally abusing me, making sure every thrust caused painful pleasure. I screamed at him to fuck me and rape me like a.